The moon was big and fat, full one might say, he was sweet and adventurous. Maybe it was the moon or maybe he is searching for something that may not be found, youth… Something, I have plenty of and this will never be compromised. I can share it but never give it away. I wonder if this is his attraction to me, what is it he seeks? He wants to take me back, he offers me his hand, he portrays himself like… I cannot remember, why can I not place his face? It is maddening. His hand is warm to my cold embrace. So warm it burns my fingers. I know him so well but yet I cannot remember.